Charles Baudelaire - Invitation To The Voyage

Imagine the magic of living together there, with all the time in the world for loving each other, for loving and dying where even the landscape resembles you: the suns dissolved in overcast skies have the same mysterious charm for me as your wayward eyes through crystal tears, my sister, my child!

All is order there, and elegance, pleasure, peace, and opulence.

Furniture gleaming with the patina of time itself in the room we would share; the rarest flowers mingling aromas with amber's uncertain redolence; encrusted ceilings echoed in mirrors and Eastern splendor on the walls - here all would whisper to the soul in secret her sweet mother tongue.

All is order there, and elegance, pleasure, peace, and opulence.

On these still canals the freighters doze fitfully: their mood is for roving, and only to flatter a lover's fancy have they put in from the ends of the earth. By late afternoon the canals catch fire as sunset glorifies the town; the world turns to gold as it falls asleep in a fervent light.